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| BOB DYLAN Death Is Not The End When you’re sad and when you’re lonely And you haven’t got a friend Just remember that death is not the end And all that you’ve held sacred Falls down and does not mend Just remember that death is not the end Not the end, not the end Just remember that death is not the end When you’re standing at the crossroads That you cannot comprehend Just remember that death is not the end And all your dreams have vanished And you don’t know what’s up the bend Just remember that death is not the end Not the end, not the end Just remember that death is not the end When the storm clouds gather ’round you And heavy rains descend Just remember that death is not the end And there’s no one there to comfort you With a helpin’ hand to lend Just remember that death is not the end Not the end, not the end Just remember that death is not the end Oh, the tree of life is growing Where the spirit never dies And the bright light of salvation shines In dark and empty skies When the cities are on fire With the burning flesh of men Just remember that death is not the end And you search in vain to find Just one law-abiding citizen Just remember that death is not the end Not the end, not the end Just remember that death is not the end | DYLAN THOMAS Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. |
Hermoso homenaje, Juan, a un gran compañero. Hasta que volvamos a encontrarnos, querido Bob Dylan Thomas.